• Everyone’s keeping a straight face
    Looking ahead as if in a race
    Who’s behind me in this crowd?
    He’s yelling at his son so loud

    A glance behind me and he begins to grunt
    An apologetic look put upon his son
    The old man whispers in the young man’s ear
    “Not so loud for the whole store to hear!”

    I blink once or twice
    I turn around
    The poor child
    With no mom to be found

    But why must I always take for granted
    That this loud person is not disenchanted?
    For the battle he must go through
    We don’t consider, neither me or you

    What if his wife has left him alone—
    To take care of this child all on his own?
    What if his debt is too much to handle
    Maybe they’re lights are out
    And they’re using candles

    But then again maybe not
    Maybe in that heart every battles been fought
    And maybe deep down in that kid
    Screams the want to throw a fit

    I scowl as I turn my back
    Walking forward without looking back
    I wonder what that man must think
    “Why the hell was that woman staring at me?”